The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

I'd like to think that fate had a hand

in what happened that summer.

That it was the pants' destiny

to find us.

Where they came from

and why they chose us...

... well, that will always be a mystery.

But perhaps that was part

of their miracle.

That they sensed in that moment

how much we needed them.

How much we needed

some little bit of faith to hold onto...

... when it seemed like everything

we believed in was about to slip away.

But wait a minute,

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Beautiful dress! Love it.

We'd been a foursome

for as long as I could remember.

- Where are we going?

- We're going over there.

In fact, we were a foursome

before we were born.

And seven. Anyone feel any kicking?

Our mothers met

at a prenatal aerobics class.

They really didn't have

anything in common...

... except their due dates.

One, and relax. Good work.

The first one out of the gate was Bridget.

Ladies, let's keep it together.

The rest of us followed within the week.

Bridget liked to take charge.

Way to go, Lena.

I'll handle this.

And you know what?

Sometimes, that worked in our favor.

Oh, my God.

And that's how it always was with us:

Give and take.

But mostly give.

Lena, I don't think

he's coming back this time.

It's gonna be okay, Carmen.

I'll come over first thing tomorrow.

And Tibby and Bridget too.

Just stay on the phone with me

until you fall asleep.

What Were They Thinking? take seven.

We were there for each other...

... to understand the things

that no one else in the world could.

What were they thinking,

having another baby at their age?

And what was I?

Just some experiment

from their hippie days...

...and now it's time

to start their real family?

Go ahead.

They're out of their minds.

It sucks.

- Totally.

- Cut!

Lena, don't you realize this is tragedy?

Can't you give me

a bit more enthusiasm?

There were some things

we would never make sense of.

Grief is never an easy burden to bear.

And we were there for those too.

And as we mourn the loss

of this beloved wife, mother and friend...

...it only makes her choice

that much more unfathomable.

What measure of despair compels

one to commit such an act?

We can only take comfort in the fact

that she is in a better place now...

...than she found here among us.

My deepest sympathies. Bridget.

We were there for the things

we couldn't face alone.

- Hey.

- Hey, Bee, you okay?

Yeah. I will be as soon as I get out

of these stupid heels.

Here. Hold them for me, will you?

Think I'll run home.

Or the ones we didn't

want to face at all.

Together, it was as if we formed

one single, complete person.

Wild, unstoppable Bridget.

Shy and beautiful Lena.

Tibby, the rebel.

And me, Carmen, the writer.

Can't buy anything new

at a vintage store.

We were 16 and had never been apart.

And all that was about to change.

- How about this one?

- It's great.

If you wanna go to Greece

looking like Laverne De Fazio.

- Who?

- '70s TV icon.

Am I the only one who's

not culturally deprived?

Tibby forgot to take

her happy pill this morning.

Actually, I'm saving them for when

I'm stuck doing time at Wallmans...

...while the rest of you jet off

on your little adventures.

Boo-hoo, Tibby.

You are such a drama queen.

I am going to South Carolina.

That is only, like, three states away.

It's abandonment, nevertheless.

I hate you all.

You're the one who wanted

to stay here all summer...

...and angst it out

making your documentary.

Yeah, it's gonna be a huge hit.

Thrilling footage on

how to stack deodorant.

I think I'm gonna start my own genre,

call it the "suckumentary. "

Lena, look at this! Oh, my goodness.

- They're perfect.

- I can't wear a bikini.

Don't you know all the beaches

in Greece are nude?

- What?

- She's just kidding, Lena.

God, I envy you.

You get to go to a place

where there's actually guys.

I thought you were looking forward

to El Campo de Ftbol.

She sure was until she found out

it was girls only.

- No boys allowed.

- Don't talk about it.

Hey, pierce alert, pierce alert.

Sorry, young lady, no more holes.

Take those out right now

and try these on.

- Look. Here you go.

- Put them on.

- Go, go, go.

- Okay, Carmen... Carmen.

Tibby, you're a babe!

Tibby, you look amazing.

Turn around. Look at you!

- Carmen!

- You look wonderful.

- It looks good.

- It looked great on you. Please buy them.

- You try them on, then.

- But I don't wear jeans.

Yeah. Or bikinis or miniskirts...

...or anything else that might actually

show you have a shape.

I do not.

Tibby, those look so great on you.

Why can't you just admit it?

Because I'm wallowing in self-pity.

- Lena!

- Are you serious?

- You have a body!

- Look at that.

Lena Kaligaris has a body!

- Stop it! I do not.

- When did this happen?

- You look good in them.

- Look at you.

You look good! Little Lena.

You're the one who loves jeans so much,

why don't you try them?

- Maybe because I'm 3 inches taller than you.

- Fair's fair.

- Hey, how can they be perfect on you too?

- That is a little weird.

I don't know, but it's really starting

to freak me out.

Okay, Carmen, it's your turn.

Carmen, you try them on.

- Oh, come on, honestly. Are you serious?

- You have to.

You think that a pair of jeans that fits

all three of you is going to fit all of this?

- Put them on. Now.

- We'll help your thighs get into them.

- Tibby! Come on, now.

- I'm just kidding.

Will you help me get out of them?

Carmen, we all tried them on.

Just try them.

All right.

My thighs.

Sassy britches.

Get over these thighs.

Okay, here we go.

What? I told you guys.

I'm just gonna take them off...

...and we're gonna pretend

like this never happened.

No, Carmen, come over here

and look at yourself.

- They look amazing on you.

- Look at them.

Call me crazy, but it's

scientifically impossible...

...that a pair of pants could fit me...

- And me.

- And me.

- And me.

This is crazy.

Look, Tib, something happened today

that I can't explain and you can't explain.

- Whatever, let's just ignore it.

- We can't just ignore it.

- Why?

- Because it's a sign, the pants...

- Be quiet, you're gonna...

- You know what, Tibby?

- Sometimes you're much too much.

- Be careful.

- I'm fine, Lena.

- Oh, my God. You're gonna fall.

It makes our butts look good.

That's enough for me.

- That's right, amen.

- Get up there. Go on.

- There is more going here than Lycra.

- But there's probably Lycra.

All right, guys, are you ready for this?

In the name of the Father, the Son...

- Here we go.

- Carmen, this isn't church.

You guys! But it's still a sacred place!

I mean, this is where

our moms met, right?

Anyway, look,

we're gathered here today...

...to honor a gift

that has been sent to us.

- So why do we have to pay for them?

- Tibs.

Carmen, go ahead,

just finish what you have to say.

Tonight, on the eve of our separation...

...magic has come to us

in a pair of pants.

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